Ye Futian looked at all the Buddhas in the sky. Although he felt the pressure distinctly, he would still face it with the utmost tranquility.
In Spirit Mountain of Western Heaven, all the Buddhas in the sky, from the bottom-up, were organized with an obvious hierarchy. Those Buddhas with stronger cultivation were sitting in higher places. It seemed that there were several layers of heavens.
This was something that Ye Futian took notice of. Everything in the world had its own order; the same held true for even the Buddhas.
"Ye Futian, you had killed disciples of Buddhism. How dare you show your face in Spirit Mountain of Western Heaven?" There was a voice that came from above, chastising him. A pressure of might now spread towards Ye Futian as many eyes fell on him. Many of them were obviously hostile.
They never imagined that Ye Futian would dare to come here and step on the ultimate holy land of Western Heaven.